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Let Jewish people have “goyim.” Let gays and lesbians have the “heteros/straights.” Let black people complain about “crackers.” Let Latinos have the “gringos.” Let PoC have white people jokes. Let women complain about men.

Let marginalized people express distance from their oppressors. Let the marginalized turn their oppressors into the Other. Let marginalized people exist in a way that inconveniences and irritates their oppressors, because the oppressors have been doing worse for years.

A Love Poem - CIL 04, 5296



O, would that it be permitted to hold your delicate arms, 

fastened around my neck, and to offer kisses to your tender lips.

Go now, darling, and trust your joys to the winds;

trust me, the nature of men is fickle.

Often while I lie awake in the middle of the night, lost in love,

I reflect on these things with myself: many are they whom Fortune has lifted up high;

and in the same way these, suddenly thrown down headlong, she now oppresses:

just as when Venus has unexpectedly joined the bodies of lovers,

daylight divides them, and (they?)…


Milnor, Kristina. “Gender and Genre: The Case of CIL 4. 5296.” In Graffiti and the Literary Landscape in Roman Pompeii. 1st ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2014.

(The picture and transcription are taken from this source, p 198 and 209. There is obviously MUCH more scholarship on this, but Milnor is a good starting place.)

I’d recommend looking up Rebecca Benefiel if you want more information specifically about graffiti in domestic spaces.


A beautiful love poem from one woman to another, neatly inscribed on the wall inside a house in Pompeii. There’s much to say about this poem, but I’ll keep it brief! There’s a lot of debate as to whether this was actually written by a woman, to a woman, and scholars sometimes bend over backwards to try to justify another explanation. But I (and many others) argue that it rejects the involvement of men both thematically and grammatically. The speaker does not seem interested in men’s “fickle nature.” The gender of the speaker can be determined by the perdita in line 4: a nominative, feminine perfect passive participle. The gender of the addressee is shown by pupula, a vocative, feminine noun (a diminutive term of endearment, literally meaning “little girl,” but probably more like “darling,” or maybe even “baby”?)

Please add your own translations, comments, and bibliography if you like!

Thanks to @ciceronian for the great request!

I have recieved a few worried messages about Trump’s presidency from people who are part of the LGBT community. I am from the UK, so I cannot even begin to understand how scared you must all be feeling, espciecally after Mike Pence’s statement. I cannot promise that everything will be okay, and I think you all know that the future is definitely looking uncertain in terms of LGBT rights.

We all need to come together now, no matter where you are in the world. We need to unite and stand together even more than we have before. We need to link up with other opressed groups; blacks, latinas, hispanics, muslims, disabled and all the others, to tackle this together. Together we are stronger.

As Chad Griffin (Human Rights Campaigner) has said; “To every LGBTQ person across this nation feeling stunned and disheartened, and questioning if they have a place in our country today, I say this: You do. Don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise. Be bold, be strong, and continue to stand up for the principles that have always made America great.”



Liz en Septiembre trailer.

Y’ALL. lesbian (and possibly bi) Latinas. It looks like at least one Afro-Latina included. It’s not centered around homophobia. I’m so excited!

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I wish I didn't have to worry about my safety or fear that I may be once again dehumanized by a presidential candidate. He terrifies me to the very core. How did we let him get this far. WHY did we let him get this far. This whole election has been just insane. I am going to throw the biggest bitch fit if he wins. I swear. The numbers are awful.
  • Please. Don't do this.
Dime que a ti también te pasa lo que a mí, que te inundan los nervios cada que nos vemos, que sientes que tus manos conjugan perfectamente con las mías, dime que el estomago se te alborota y que en tu corazón rebosa el sentimiento de estar lado a lado, que quieres bailar conmigo la canción que te recuerda a mí, que me piensas día y noche, que te faltan horas para estar conmigo.
Dime que hasta sueñas conmigo cuando no duermes, que retumba tu alma cuando pronuncio un te amo al oído, que miras mis ojos y quieres una vida conmigo, que puedes ver hasta mi alma a través de ellos. Recuérdame que esto no es una fantasía, y dime como te desordeno hasta el pensar, que no te recuerdas antes de que llegara a tu vida, que ahora no te puedes imaginar sin mí.
Dímelo y después convénceme de que no te irás, que quieres quedarte eternamente, o que te quedas en esta vida, que me elegirías una y cada vez que pudieras, que te quedas esta noche, esta lluvia, o cada que salga el sol, pero quédate.
—  Verde eminente, Angélica Cárdenas